Re: Sablier Etzel's G/FX tests

Sat Mar 29, 2014 11:48 am

Word Count: 1080
Song:By No Means - Artist:Epicc feat. Lindsey Sterling
Tags: #App #FerNitro #LeadiePostTemplate

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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Sat Mar 29, 2014 11:54 am

Word Count: 1080
Song:By No Means - Artist:Epicc feat. Lindsey Sterling
Tags: #App #FerNitro #LeadiePostTemplate

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:00 pm

Word Count: 1080
Song:By No Means - Artist:Epicc feat. Lindsey Sterling
Tags: #App #FerNitro #LeadiePostTemplate

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:48 pm

Word Count:521
Song: Tessellate
Song Artist: Alt-J
Tags: #ThreadPost #TakeSomeAdviceDood #Ranting
Character App:Link

His annoyed attitude seemed to escelate, no doubt being her own fault; then again, it's not like Sakusei cared too much. But, as jolly and giggly, though rare as it is, as she happened to be at that time, slanderous words thrown at her were not to be taken kindly, regardless of her mood.

But, Sakusei was great at facades-- she would bite her tongue, for the most part. She'd suspect the man before her was of greater strength than her, even with his weak visage, granted he held a crutch under his arm.

His harsh words, aside from those that insulted her, were for the most part taken less-seriously, but his gradual psychotic look seemed a bit to 'creepy' for Sakusei's liking. In her mind, teasing words ran through, her urge to make fun of him growing steadily. Instead, she would try to be helpful once in a while; after all, as helpless as it was, the man attempted to direct Sakusei to a map, rude as he might've said it. So, in return, the girl attempted to give some bullshit advice off the top of her head, secretly hoping it might even mess with him more, but speaking these words still with good intention. Regardless of whether Sakusei was a bad person through and through, evil doesn't guide a person every second.

"It would seem like you've seen some stuff mister, but have you ever thought what you might be without those experiences? If I were to see myself changing something in the past, as you sound like you regret a few things, I wouldn't be able to imagine myself after that-- at least, imagine myself well. Think about it; without those events, you probably wouldn't have as much wisdom as you do now -though to me you seem to be mostly complaining; not like you can't handle the ranting of a girl such as myself?"

What Sakusei spewed through her teeth weren't serious words with much thought put into them, but again, at least her intentions were, at least slightly, good.

"But I digress; think about it. What if you were to still be as ignorant as you were before those events? Then you'd probably go and do or be apart of something worse than said events, and then what? You'll probably end up somewhere worse than you do now! It's bad enough that your hiding -i'm sticking to that story, by the way. It seems to be an exciting one- but you have such a crappy attitude! But then again, I'm just a young gal-- what would I know?"

Sakusei found amusement in the words she spat out. Half of her thoughts about him were pure speculation and based off of his crappy first impression-- the other half was occupied thinking about his effect on the surroundings and how curious she was about them; considering his attitude however, it's not like she would get anywhere with him if she blatantly tried to pry. He seemed pissed enough already. Best she could do was hope her words gave him some sort of revelation or aid in his shit-scrooge attitude-- awesome rhymes wouldn't help either.

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Sat Mar 29, 2014 6:53 pm

Blah blah and more titles, Nitro's gon' needa type this out. It's a Team/Org Template. Well, team <-- just team.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

• Captain: Jack Sparrow
• First Mate: Melk Sparrow
• -------: Ryner Nitro
• -------: Yuu, Maybe?
• -------: Blaah
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There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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Sun Mar 30, 2014 3:31 pm

Regarding Ryner's templates, he is a laid back character who would rather take an afternoon nap then deal with events of the world. All this read and no blues or something calmer is coming off somewhat evil. I appreciate the effort, but I do not think I'll be using the two Ryner templates. Maybe the first one, but I only see the second being used if he's captured. Even with these thoughts in mind, I'm all for nice things, but when they feel as if they are portraying the character wrong, I'd rather not use them.

Thanks for the effort Yui. They're awesome, but not the sort of thing I could use often for Ryner. I also have given him thought, and I may not make him for months. I have yet to decide much more than his name, race and basics.

Sun Mar 30, 2014 9:35 pm

Word Count: 1080
Song:La La La - Artist: Jegz
Tags: #App #Human

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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Tue Apr 01, 2014 1:25 pm

Word Count: 1080
Song:By No Means - Artist:Epicc feat. Lindsey Sterling
Tags: #App #ViseraDemonio

{ ENTER ENIS }

BASIC INFORMATION
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» Name: Enis Aer
» Titles: (Does your character have any sort of special title rank, nickname or alias?)
» Age: 1
» Gender: Female
» Affiliation/Rank: (What Group are they apart of or are they rouge?)

» Shifter Appearance Written: Enis's appearance differs far from her original look, though her preference in clothing and overall appearance seems to have similar colour-schemes as her original. Starting from the top as usual,

» True Appearance Written: (What is the true appearance of your Visera Demonio? Write it down here and make sure it is long enough.)

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PERSONALITY INFORMATION

» Personality: (Everyone has a general personality. Please make sure it at least 2 paragraphs)

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BACKGROUND HISTORY

» History Three paragraph minimum of your characters history. Also include how they became a Visera Demonio somewhere.

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THE SHOMETSU-KEN

» Shometsu-Ken Name: (What is the name of your Shometsu-Ken?)

» Shometsu-Ken Apperances: (What is the appearance of your Shometsu-Ken?)

» Shometsu-Ken Release: (What do you say to release your Shometsu-Ken?)
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GENERAL SKILLS SECTION

» Natural Abilities: (What type of powers come naturally to the Visera Demonio? This generally covers general traits like speed/strength + their racial traits)

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SPECIAL ABILITIES SECTION

» Unique Abilities: (What type of special abilities, attack's or powers does your Visera Demonio have? Be clear on what they can do!)

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ARMA REVOLUCION SECTION

» Arma Revolución Appearance: (What do they look like if there is any kind of stage?)

» Arma Revolución Abilities: (Do they get any nifty powers, abilities and things of this nature? Put all of that here in separate sections and feel free to repeat as necessary for other forms.)

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ULTIMO REVOLUCION SECTION

» Ultimo Revolución Appearances: (What do they look like if there is any kind of stage?)

» Ultimo Revolución Powers: (Do they get any nifty powers, abilities and things of this nature? Put all of that here in seperate sections and feel free to repeat as necessary for other forms.)
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THE SKILL SHEET PORTION

To Find Out about what these skills are for, please READ THIS THREAD before you try doing anything to it. After you have read it, do not feel your skills out until a staff member has graded your thread. We will also do your will sheet for you upon grading your application.

Racial Skills

Cuerpo Reparación: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Cero Rastro: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Tānāgati: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Ksetra Pari: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner

General Skills

Durability: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
General Speed: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Weapon Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE

» Role Play Sample:(Show us what you got by posting a sample of how you role play. Any previous thread or new material is accepted!)

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Sat Apr 19, 2014 8:13 pm

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Ah, Karakura: a city populated with intensively powerful beings, and a spiritual hotspot, likely the greatest of hotspots on Earth. Despite running away from his home, which happened to be in the great Karakura Central, the sensual power within it enticed Kiko. He was seeking adventure, a journey of greatness. He watched all these movies and saw battles taking place with superpowers being thrown here and there; it was certainly something interesting to a normal kid like Kiko.

Well, he wasn't really 'normal' per se, but it's not like he knew that. Anyways, this day was bound to be and exciting one; Kiko was ready to start his adventurous life! Obviously, he'd have to start out somewhere, and what better place to start than a city brimming with energy and life! Literally! Often times even the two combined! First things first though: he should find someone to help him out with this journey, or at least that's what came to mind. What kind of person should he find? What should he find them for? To take along with him perhaps? Or maybe to further his talent with a spar? Even going so far as to have them train him? Who knows! It was a tale ready to begin, and his would start in the city of his birth.

All these thoughts flowed through his head as his excitement was rapidly increasing. So many possibilities to take place! But first and foremost, something had to happen. It could've been minuscule for all he cared, but something was necessary to occur. What was it? Something to mark the beginning of his saga, like a sort of tangible marking, or something to keep track of his milestones; as opposed to actually going out and finding what it was that could be applied in such a situaiton, Kiko instead dwelled on this "necessity" for quite some time, aimlessly walking around until he eventually found himself in an area somewhat isolated.

The scenery changed in an instant as the sun raised from the previous peek, to the peak of its height in the sky, signifying the time to be somewhere around noon. The buildings changed to one of a more rural-look, with few buildings, and the ones that were present seemed no more than two stories, if that. The streets shrank to a neighborhood's width, and the sidewalks expanded. Fewer poles protruded from the ground, and an overall empty feel was held throughout the area.

By this time, what he was dwelling on was completely different from the original thoughts. Instead, Kiko came back to thinking about martial arts as his train of thought took a wrong turn and derailed. In this moment, the boy was intensively focused on the invention of new martial arts moves; KIko had already developed three for his 'soon-to-be-famed' Berkelahi Cepat, but just a measly three techinques weren't enough to establish a full-on style. But he understood that these things took time, so he didn't rush to come up with a technique, only to have it be pretty crappy.

Eventually, his thoughts roamed once again, and he began to think about the unlikely possibilities, as many teenagers do. The young fighter started to consider how awesome it would be if he could suddenly come up with amazing techniques just from fighting someone, and that an opponent could fare rather well right now. But such a thought was exactly that: unlikely--but unlikely didn't mean impossible. For all he knew, such a wish might be granted sooner than expected.

Mon Apr 21, 2014 2:40 am

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